Yo soy de metallic french press
De dish soap y coffee
Yo soy del olive green siding y the smell of burning wood
Yo soy de tomatoes
El ancient cherry tree
Whose gone limbs I remember
As if they were my own.
Soy de short fuses y egg-spam sandwiches
De Matt y Barb
Yo soy de cynicism y honesty
Y de kissing people when you say goodbye
Yo soy de “look with your eyes, not your hands” y “always be polite”
Y “Man in Black” by Johnny Cash
Soy de Christmases with the whole “fam-damily”
Yo soy de Portland, Oregon y Norway
rice with cream y cornbread
De when my dad came home with a pit bull puppy
he had rescued from the road in the winter.
The old red truck my dad drove when I was little
Up in the garage at my grandpa’s,
Where the rain is plentiful and the trees are more than abundant.


